Let me out! Please . . .' My tiny fists pound the door, but my voice reverberates off the stone walls and hangs in the air as if suspended by spider's webs. No one comes . . . Years later, a woman is
She shivered, though the kitchen was warm. Icicles of foreboding trickled down her spine. With trembling hands she whipped back her hair at the nape of her neck. As she turned away from the window, sh
